I don't own anything to do with Grey's Anatomy. This story is a new twist I thought up and decided to go with. Hopefully everyone enjoys!

It all started a few weeks ago. I saw her in a dream. We were swimming-no, drowning-we were drowning with our heads above water. There were scattered humans everywhere in the tidal wave that was looming just above our heads. The sky was glittered with lightening and the thunder released any sense of sound we thought otherwise tangible. It was all rolls of matter in this world. The blue was too dark; the sky and the colossal wave threatened our lives. The foam was just barely noted as a flash of lightening struck the sky, and my eyes locked with hers. The blue of her eyes held a strength in them that could one up this powerful water. I took in every feature of her in that moment. Though the lot of people in the wave were clutching onto each other, for dear life and dying love, the two of us stood immobile in our spots, gazing right into one another's eyes. I couldn't explain the way my heart held on to hers without breaching any gap. The way we found a wholeness in one another. The current kept up and the water was falling. Though nothing could be heard, the last thing I saw was her eyes widen looking directly into mine in fear. Her chest puffed out as the wave was mere inches from our bodies. The last thing I heard was her faint but audible gasp.

Callie woke with a start. Her right arm reached up quickly pounding her chest as she coughed as though her lungs were filled with liquid. Catching on to the fact that she had been having another one of her strange nightmares, she checked her vitals just for comfort and relaxed back down onto the stark and stiff bed of the on-call room. Her left arm was thrown haphazardly across her forehead as she waited for her breathing to slow to a normal rate.

"Hey, Cal, I..." Mark stopped his movements as he saw Callie's eyes closed and immediately caught the sense of panic from her still somewhat heaving chest. Making his way over to her, he bent so that he could get a better look at her over the edge of the bed. His face scrunched up in a way that suggested he was concerned as he pulled out his mini flash light and waved it in front of her face. Callie winced and shifted away from the man with the bright light in an attempt to get him away from her.

"Callie? What's up? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Instead of being even more intrusive, he shrugged and sat on the side of the bed she had freed by rolling away from him.

"Nothing Mark, just had another dream." She rubbed her eyes and squinted, trying to adjust to the light once she decided it was time to get back to the real world. Leaning up a bit to perch on her elbow on her side, Mark watched her get situated.

"Gotcha. Was I in this one? Is that why you're so flustered? I bet you were really sad to wake up from that one." Callie rolled her eyes at her friend's jokes and swatted him lightly.

"No, no, Mark, you weren't in it. It was the tidal wave one again." Callie's eyes went hazy as she found herself temporarily back in that moment: the wind so strong it whipped her hair in every direction, the taste of salt on her dry lips, and the woman who stood staring at her merely 6 feet away...

"Callie? Callie?...Earth to Callie...?" Mark's fingers were snapping in front of the brunette's eyes. Swiftly shaking her head and taking a deep breath in she apologized softly.

"Sorry, I know I got lost for a second there." Mark watched her warily sit up and rub the sleep from her eyes again. Putting a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezing he nodded in understanding.

"Right, kid. Well let's go, we've got people to fix."

...

"So she just...shows up? In your dreams?...That's strange, are you sure you've never seen her before?" Teddy asked as I rehashed the dream I had just been having over sandwiches in our hospital's cafeteria. I shook my head as my eyes bugged out of my head.

"Swear! I've never known her in my life! Well, as far as I know..." I muttered the end in deep thought. A woman had been entering my dreams as of late. It was strange...usually when I had dreams, they were happy ones or, God forbid, about the coffins of my...never mind. But never would I have people in my dream that I would completely invent. They were always someone I knew. Or, if they weren't, they never truly had a face. This woman though...she was there more and more in my dreams, and it was starting to truly confuse me.

"Maybe she was a patient's mother? Possibly a sister? Hell, I don't know, Arizona, maybe she was the cashier at McDonald's. You sure have been opting to that fast food line lately..." I sent her a teasing glare as I tossed my trash her way. It landed in her salad and after chucking it back at me, we had a good laugh. Silence crept in again as I continued to think about this beautiful woman who showed up in the crazy realms of my sleep. Teddy could tell I was deep in thought as well.

"This is really getting to you, isn't it?" I flinched slightly, her words taking me out of my reverie. I gave her a quick, fully dimpled smile and denied it.

"Nah, everything's fine. You're probably right. Definitely the cashier."

There it was again. The wave. I swear, it got bigger every time. Because of this sudden realization of deja vu, I understood something I never had before. This was a dream. Immediately I looked to my right, searching through the crowds of crying people and dark blue masking my vision from the woman who wouldn't leave. Lightening flashed as if on cue and I saw her there, looking at me as she always did. Something changed this time, though. I knew that I was not truly here, in this world, with her as the wave was above us. I made a mad dash to get to her, ignoring the sudden confusion masking her face that I had never seen before. The wave built itself up higher and higher in my peripheral vision as I lunged forward, grabbing her hands in mine. She looked startled as I struggled to speak to her, hair everywhere in between us ((all our own of course)).

"WE'RE DREAMING!" I yelled at her as the screams of the people became audible. The thunder loomed in the background and the water was taken out from under my feet as the wave reached it's peak, prepared to come crashing down on top of us. Her eyebrows knit in confusion as she watched me. I saw her mouth "what?" to me. I leaned in quickly, pulling her towards me with a jerk, settling my mouth messily against her ear screaming, "WE'RE DREAMING! WE CAN STOP THIS!" I set both of my hands gripping her arms that were pinned to her sides, ready to pull her back. As I did so I looked into her eyes and unfortunately saw the same thing I did every time. Her eyes widened in fear, and though the wave was not even a second away from crashing on top of us, all I heard was her gasp.

Callie sat up right in bed, looking around her room just to make sure she was in fact there and not...wherever her dream was located. Groaning, she flopped back on her bed. What in the world was happening to her?

She thought back to her dream. She had never actually been aware that she was dreaming until now. Her realization as the wave terrifyingly grew was remarkable. She had heard of it's existence before-the whole "knowing you're dreaming and then controlling it" thing. But she hadn't expected it of herself. She remembered immediately looking for the woman as if she held some type of secret she was ready to share with her.

Blinking, Callie shook herself for a moment. That was the first time she had ever touched the woman in her dream.

And she could've sworn she had felt it.

She lifted her hands and studied them in the moonlight that bathed her room through her apartment window. Yes, she definitely felt the other woman's skin in hers. Although Callie's were wet in the dream from half-paddling as she ran her way through the shallow end of the water to get to this mystery woman, the other woman's hands were soft and dry. Callie closed her eyes, trying to remember everything she could. Realizing she had tried to tell the woman that they were both dreaming sent her eyes popping open again. Why would she tell someone in her own dream, that THEY were dreaming? And why did the blonde ((that's another thing, she hadn't been able to tell her hair colour until tonight)) seem to twitch slightly at first as though she would be thinking the same thing?...Callie shook herself and rolled on her side, shutting her eyes with some force. She refused to indulge in such foolish thoughts. Surely there was no way that she was dreaming WITH someone else. Especially someone she had never even met before...right?

...

Arizona lay awake in Boston with a cup of tea between her hands to keep her warm. She was snuggled up alone on her couch with her reading glasses on. Her curls were more like a mess as she had just woken up from the same dream, her pink fuzzy slippers adorning her feet and her oversized T-shirt loosely clinging to her in some areas more than others. She scratched her head as she yawned. Looking across the room she raised one eyebrow skeptically at her pet turtle. He calmly stayed in one place, but she saw him blink at her in recognition.

"There was something different about this dream, Turtle. The woman that keeps staring at me? She actually approached me in this one. She even took my hands in hers. And she told me that we were dreaming." Turtle just blinked again as Arizona rolled her eyes at his response.

"Why am I telling you? You're never excited about anything in my life. I need a new pet. Or friends...or, you know, an actual life worth living I guess." Arizona twisted her neck to glance at the clock. 3:00am. She felt her eyes go heavy at the sudden knowledge and stretched while sitting up. Slouching her way to the sink, she dumped the rest of her tea in the sink and left the mug to be washed in the morning. Kissing the glass bowl Turtle inhabited, she curled back up in her bed and quickly was back to her dreaming.